What is youth?
I like to stay at home, like to eat instant noodles in the dormitory, and like to sleep in.
With a crazy heart but no crazy capital, we would play the hottest music in the dormitory and drink to ourselves, learn to pretend to be sad and non-mainstream, we would also form a team to play cards and eat hot pot, roar in the dormitory when we were heartbroken, and vomited without the care of our dearest roommates. Leaving early and running back to the dormitory to grab a seat in the shower, I ran faster than a dog. There was bound to be gossip in the dormitory after evening self-study classes. It was full of the new system of the perverted class teacher, the love history of him and her, and the pretty aunt who was invincible in love and scolded us but protected us.
Noisy, dull, but very fulfilling, this is called youth.